by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | TR
Veils When trees begin to pale with leaves or bloom, The first effect seems like a stretched gauze haar, A tailored fitting from the hidden loom Which spins this morning mist (distinct and far Removed from deaths). It corresponds with dawn. Then...
by phillipw | Dec 30, 2019 | AE, BE, TR
Why Poems are Doomed to Fail Exactly why are poems doomed to fail? What guarantees the stillbirth of their hopes? Because the ones with breasts in them are pale As holograms beside those truthful slopes, The beauty that an ogee would capture, If only it could? Might...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | TR
Well? A bruise to tissues that surround the heart Results in gasping pangs when labored air For humdrum life demands its paltry part Of lingering energies, and ribs (aware They should have tried to save the source of blood From trauma’s harm) succumb to...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | AU, FA, SP, TR
Tree Fates When trees begin to pale with hints of bling The first effect seems like a gauze-glove haar, A tailored fitting from the hidden spring Which spins this morning mist, distinct and far Removed from gloom. It corresponds with dawn. Yet...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | TR
London against Eternity A little tree beside the motorway Holds out a few slight branches to the light. Five hundred tiny blossoms have their say. They speak against London, with petals, white, But it looms high on their horizon. Steel And glassy skyscrapers blot...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | TR
For Charles Randall Stanfield The tall deciduous trees have not put out Their dew-struck, springy leaves. Perhaps it’s wise Of these large limbs. Perhaps they have a doubt Since winter keeps returning. Let hopes rise Inside their tempered bark once April gives A...
